I have to admit, I semi-regularly wonder how people can’t at least admit there’s a higher power out there, besides humans. How can someone listen to the crack of thunder or hold a newborn baby and not wonder if there’s intelligent design?
“O Lord, what great works you do! And how deep are your thoughts. Only a simpleton would not know, and only a fool would not understand this..” 92:4-5
How can you read that when seeds are planted upside down in soil, they rotate themselves into proper position in the soil to survive, and not believe that creation was intentional?
I ooh and aww in nature until I’m filled to the brim with belief that God is big, and real and among us. But then I meet someone whose father chronically sexually abused them or see an innocent child in a hospital gown at the oncology center and my heart aches to understand how it all ties together. Why is everything so beautiful and yet so incredibly broken and terrible? How can your creation coexist with all our death?
“The floods have risen up, O Lord. The floods have roared like thunder; the floods have lifted their pounding waves. But mightier than the violent raging of the seas, mightier than the breakers on the shore—the Lord above is mightier than these!” 93:3-4
I’m so thankful or God’s word and the way it beckons me out of a tail spin. Our God is greater. Our God is stronger. Our God is higher than any other. The hurt and pain is real. But the intricate evidence of his love and his plan for us is real too.